Today

It is a very long time since i felt the need to post twice in a day, but today feels like one to do just that.

To recap, i have been chatting to someone in a chatroom on Alt.com, and since we live within 45 mins of each other (less on a weekend) we decided to meet.

In my last post i was wondering if i should wear jeans or a dress. I wanted the dress and flirt thing, but like a good subgirl  i asked him and he said jeans were fine. This was, it transpired because he wasn't sure he would fancy me. Plus, he planned some strolling around the village after the pub.

I wasn't sure myself at the beginning, but as we chatted and he started to stroke my thigh, i started to warm considerably. Our chatting combined the ordinary getting to know you stuff with the kink. As usual i had more to tell than him, but that is just me. he let his hands and looks do the talking.

It was a sunny if cold day and he suggested a walk around the beautiful country village where we had met in the pub.  This village has two churches, one the original and one that the Lord of the manor had built because the old one was perhaps too old! On a winters day this gives ample opportunity for a discussion of kinky likes and dislikes, kisses, and gropes where a man and a woman feel a physical attraction.

Back at the pub, i over ruled my previous diet coke related sensible side and ordered a glass of sauvignon blanc.  As i warmed up and we chatted more, he asked if i wanted to go back to his. i was sorely tempted but remembered my head, which was difficult when he stroked my leg, thigh and groin and of course when he kissed me.

At my car he squeezed my nipple hard though my top and told me how much he wanted me.

I don't think it will be very long before i explore the potentials a little more.

The great thing is that joolz the sub is hopefully back.......

Life feels good

I haven't posted here for a few weeks. For once, it isn't because I don't want to write something, or because there has been nothing to say. It is just because I have been busy; and in a good way.

I spent part of last weekend with S. After a day of getting on top of home related things (Cupboard clearing part of the preparation for a new kitchen which gets fitted this coming week), I set off. For once, the roads were clear and within 2 hours (trust me that is good going), I was with him. We spent a pleasant evening with some of his friends - BBQ, wine and good conversation - in what will be the last evening out of doors this year.

Back at his we were not late to bed. We were both weary (he had been on a cycle ride during the day and I had as I said been busy in the kitchen), but a few kisses led to some touches and before I knew it, he was inside me. After 3 weeks, it was a wonderful feeling as he pushed inside and stretched me once again. Then as we moved together, as he made me cum and then as he pushed his cock into my tight tight ass. Finally as he came inside me, I felt a huge sense of pleasure and well being. 

In the morning S cooked us some very good scrambled eggs with toast - did I ever say how much he looks after me when I am with him? Yes of course, but it is worth saying that he is a great cook!! So much so that I don't really like scrambled eggs, but love his!!

The day was beautiful, more like summer than some summer days often are. We spent some time planning a geocaching trip. Then, went back to bed.

This time I put on some underwear. Stockings and suspenders, heels - his favourite kind of thing. Then lay in wait. 

Stroking me, he noted just how wet I was. Wet and wanton. Positioning himself so he could carry on stroking me, he made it clear he wanted me to suck his cock. I took him into my mouth, gradually taking him deeper. Somehow, I was in the optimum position and he slipped further and further down, yet unusually for me, I didn't gag. Not even once! All the time, he was working my clit, stroking me there, pinching and bringing me to the edge, time and time again. For the first time in maybe months I really let myself sink into those feelings. 

At some point, I requested nipple clamps. But he said he wasn't quite sure where they were, so applied a human version. There were moments over the next little while when I wondered quite why I had made that request, but as always there was a fine line between pain and pleasure and so pleasure won!

We spent the day out in the beautiful countryside not far from where S lives. Walking, chatting, getting my all time best number of caches in a day. Eating our picnic, drinking our tea. Generally enjoying each others company.

On the way home, it occurred to me that I am just pretty happy right now. Things with S are different to before.  I am not sure how, but they are and what is more they are different in a very good way.

What I am looking forward to

I am seeing S tomorrow night. Unusually for us, fate has offered the opportunity for a night together just a week after the last one. He is on a course and needs to stay in a hotel and that hotel is easily accessible to me after work (traffic permitting).

I have been feeling unusually horny over this weekend. I am not sure if that's because I know I will be seeing him or if it is my hormones. Like other bloggers, I am peri-menopausal (1 period since March, hot flushes, strange food cravings etc) and so my hormones are all over the place. Recently I have had pretty much no need for the rabbit, since I haven't been too bothered about an orgasm, but this weekend I have felt differently. The new state of our relationship has meant (as I said yesterday), that he has been even more attentive to my needs than usual. This weekend though, I have even been looking at BDSM porn. Quite unusual for me.

The things I crave and hope to experience tomorrow:

His fingers on my clit as we kiss. He likes quick access to his pussy and generally gets it. I will be wearing a dress and think I might put the stockings on before I drive over and then the heels when I get to his hotel. The fact that this will turn him on, will make me wet even as I drive over there.

Pain - as he twists my nipples, and as he spanks me. I have been thinking about nipple clamps this weekend and that special pain that spreads through your breasts and into your clit. I am definitely considering nipple piercing now and I know he will love that. The combination of nipple pain and pressure on my clit is likely to make my knees weak (if standing).

His cock - I suppose I should have put this first, and I pretty much expect to have my mouth filled very soon after I arrive. That slightly salty but also sweet taste as the first precum oozes out is a favourite thing. Also the feeling of the tip hitting the back of my throat and making me gag. If I am in love with any part of that man, it is probably his cock - it is a good one and of course he knows it.

His cock - inside my pussy. As he pushes it in and I have to stretch to accommodate him. That is an amazing feeling. I love to be joined to him, to feel him inside. He doesn't often cum inside my pussy, but when he does it almost sends me into oblivion.

His cock - pushing inside my anus. Slowly, slowly stretching me. Entering me in his own special way that no one else has ever done. That part of our time together is about his ownership. When his cock is inside there, he possesses me, I am his slut. At that point there is no doubt of who we are. He is my Dominant and I am his submissive.

When I leave on Tuesday morning I will remember the little things that have happened and the things that we have said to each other. As I drive, I will wriggle a little around the seat in my car. I will be able to taste him, feel his hands, but most of all I will be able to feel his cock inside my backside.  That will stay with me all day, at least.

Photo: Oral pleasures

It only takes a day

I had the most wonderful trip to Florence, but being the greedy girl I am, I needed something more. Yesterday I got it.

I got to spend a day with my lovely Master.

I have said before that we live some hundred miles apart and getting together isn't always as easy as we would both like. Ideally we spend at least a night or two together, but this week that just wasn't going to happen. So given that he was off work and I am still between jobs, there was an opportunity to grab a day. Even as I was on my way and was held up in traffic while hubby was expressing his anger at my sudden action, I considered turning around and going home. But I kept going and I wasn't disappointed.

Somehow He is great at measuring my mood (why am I so surprised?) It progressed like this: Cup of tea, walk by the sea, then upstairs to submit to Him.

While I drank my tea we exchanged news, mine obviously was about my trip, but more urgently about my engagements with hubby since I returned. My relationship with my husband is becoming ever more complicated - I will write about this over the weekend; I will have the time and he is away.

It was a beautiful morning, sunny and warm, though a little breezy (and cool if you were out of the sun), it was also a very clear day. Local school children were busy on a little field trip; some of them even surveyed me about my view of the beach and sea. Then, cobwebs cleared, we returned home to Sir's.

Lying on His bed in my stockings, suspenders and heels, He stroked my clit and pussy before putting the various (nipple and clit) clamps on me. Then, on my hands and knees, He produced the riding crop. Yes he spanked me with it, but briefly. He teased, running it around my thighs, bottom, clit and pussy and then he pushed the handle end into me, twirling it round inside. I was ready to burst in just a few minutes. His fingers found my clit; almost too much to cope with so quickly!

He was determined to possess me quickly and very soon His cock was inside me. I love anal sex and yes that was what he wanted. He wanted to claim me in a way no other man has and that is what he did. I was His.

Did I say it only takes a day? Try a couple of hours!

More to follow....

Relaxing

The weather helped in our decision to make Saturday a relaxing time. Early on i decided that around 3ish would be a good time to leave for home. That way, i would be back before it was properly dark.

We were awake early. i guess that it goes with our age, not being able to properly lie in these days. Still, it means that relaxing can be part of your awareness rather than part of something you realise has happened once you wake up.

After breakfast we spent time surfing the Internet. Thoughts of a trip to France, a suitable hotel and some kinky ideas to accompany it, were followed by research into a dungeon you can hire near where Sir lives, were followed by some ideas for me to get a week away to help sort my head.

After a bath (not actually together, but then unless you have something massive is no particular sacrifice), we took something of a bracing stroll by the sea. The first 10 minutes were great, but as the sun disappeared and it began to snow we wasted no time in getting back to Sir's warm house.

We returned to bed. Deliberately. For some Saturday sex. I dressed in stockings and suspender belt, complete with heels (my corset is a little tight right now, but i will sort that). He spent a lot of time sucking my nipples and stroking my clit before clamping my nipples. He went down on me. This was a feature this weekend, He has licked, sucked and bitten my clit such a lot this weekend, there was barely a point in asking to cum for him, since i felt like i was almost continuously orgasming! Then it was my turn. The more i worship His cock, the more i love it, want it in my mouth and to satisfy Him. He fills my mouth, and helps me concentrate my mind. Wonderful.

He pushed His cock into my cunt, from behind, with me crouching on the bed, then on my tummy, then on my side. Lastly, he filled my arse and i was able to cry out, tell Him what He loves to hear. That i am his whore, His slut, that i belong to Him and Him alone.

Lunch followed. What you have to understand about the needs of my Master is that sexual fulfilment is quickly followed by the need for food.

Lastly we went to the supermarket to we could both buy provisions for the next couple of days. Sir wanted me to be dressed as a slut for this trip, but had to be honest and say that He couldn't follow though (thank goodness as i too was spent). He thought it might be funny to add a couple of cans of sweetcorn to the blog, since that was one of his purchases. So here they are.

These are more exotic than the real ones, but there are two.

A cup of tea later and i was on my way home.

26 hours. Lots and lots of orgasms. A week of satisfaction by most peoples reckoning.

A relaxing day and a wonderful weekend.

Just what i needed!

Looking forward to being dressed as a nun in France (yes really)!

Respite

Sir doesn't like me to make out that he is any more special than he thinks he is. In my last post, i wrote that he was one really good thing in my life. Of course he isn't the only thing. But right now, he is important.

He didn't let me down.

This week has been one of the most difficult of my life. Probably since i found out hubby was cheating on me even though he had promised he had stopped. You see this is a long term problem, which dates back 20 years or more. But more of that in another post, perhaps tomorrow.

i left work yesterday  as soon as i could. This week has been half term, and with a diminishing workforce it seems to be difficult to take even one days leave. i made excellent progress, stopping at a service station to change out of my warm winter tights for stockings, suspender belt and to remove my knickers. Once i had parked up outside Sir's house i put on my heels.

He was pleased to see me, and i him. He definitely liked the effort i had made and it was obvious from the start that this trip was about Him taking care of my needs. Within minutes He had stroked my pussy, had clamped my nipples and clit and was spanking me with the riding crop. I melted into him. He knew what i needed and i got it.

After a simple but lovely lunch he told me to spread my legs. He spent a long time licking my needy pussy, making me cum and cum. Then He told me to go down on Him. Something i did willingly, with gratitude.

I sucked, took his cock deep within my mouth and throat. i licked his balls, licked his arse and then for the second time ever, i sucked him until He came.

We watched tv, had dinner and later kissed and caressed. i needed some time away from the stresses of this week and that's just what i got.

 A respite.

Having the time

We always manage to fit as much as possible into our meetings. Often in the past we have had just a few hours together. Sometimes we have had a night, but often not even that. Those days will be packed with sex;  kinky, kinky sex. i will be dressed for him. Wearing the things he likes; stockings with suspender belt, heels, some lacy lingerie; whatever takes his fancy. Interspersed with that there will be an opportunity for me to be cuffed, tied to his lovely bed, clamped and spanked (not necessarily all at the same time). There will be food (there is nothing like an orgasm to make Sir insatiably hungry), often easy to cook, easy to eat food expertly prepared by Him. Sometimes we will have time for a sleep together or to watch a film on TV. But often things are rushed.

Last weekend though, we had 3 whole nights together. Much much more time to do the things we wanted together, to sit and talk and to go out for a very, very long walk and do ordinary things. I have to say, there is nothing like a bit of variety of activity to make you feel good and to enjoy yourself, to relax.

That is definitely what we did. Friday, as previously told, was all about trying out the new toys (well if you go to the trouble of finding them, you have to get straight down to it). That crop was wicked, but in a very juice producing, spanky kind of way. When it brushed my skin it made me tingle, when it passed through the air it made the most delicious wooshing sound, and when it hit my bare bottom it both hurt and excited all in one.

Saturday morning dawned, as i awoke still in my stockings (Sir likes me to sleep in them, and if i am not too hot in bed, i will awake with them on) and he took possession of me again. He loves to stroke my bare bottom and then to possess it, to fill it with his hardness. i love it too and of course since i am now an anal slut, i am not going to argue. There is nothing like some morning sex to invigorate and so showered and dressed we set off for a coastal walk.

Sir lives near the most beautiful coastline and countryside. We have walked a number of times along it (well up and down it), but this walk was serious. We took a short bus ride and then set off, stopping many times to take in the view, to have tea and food (so thoughtfully brought along and carried by Sir) and to get our breath after a big climb.

These were some of the views.

 And this was our reward, once we arrived at the place we were heading for. Mine was a chocoholic, Sirs something with Baileys in it. Mine was bigger but took me no time at all to eat. We also had lovely Italian coffees.

Then it was on to the local cinema and some American history. We both really enjoyed the film, thought Daniel Day Lewis really good and learnt things about that time that we didn't know.

Back home, we ate a steak dinner prepared by Sir, drank a little wine, watched some TV and headed to bed to rest our aching legs and to have some lovely sex.

 i can't say how much i love having the time....

Clamps and a crop

I was no sooner in the door at Sir's on Friday night before he presented me with two early valentines gifts.

Chocolates?

Flowers?

Don't be silly. The gifts were a riding crop, with which to spank me and a clamp with which he would be able to squeeze my clit!

We have frequently discussed adding both of these items to our toy collection, and Sir had mentioned that he needed to buy me some presents as he hadn't got me anything recently. I was not disappointed.

Sir has, on more than one occasion clamped my clit with a nipple clamp and we have found that it has had an amazing effect on me; giving me the most amazing orgasms. This is something that Sir loves. Plus, though spanking is not a massive part of what we do (indeed he is no sadist and i no masochist), using either his hand or belt has just added to the effect.

The clamp is a beautiful, if deadly thing. Looking pretty harmless with jewels at one end. Just like this

This object is capable of amazing pleasure, especially when i am also wearing some clamps on my nipples. However if not quite on the right place, it can cause more pain than i care to describe. A bit more practise is definitely needed (what a shame!).  Being spanked with a riding crop while wearing clamps on the nipples and clit is something else (when they are positioned correctly).

The crop, which i meant to get a photo of, but somehow didn't get round to is something like this. A long handle with a semi circular (ish) piece of leather at one end. It felt lovely as Sir stroked my bottom and pussy with it. It still felt pretty good as he gently spanked me. The noise as the air whips around it is quite something, but you know when you have received a good thwack with it. And thwack me he did, hard.

Yes it was painful, but oh what a wonderful pain. Pain that prepared  me to receive his cock, first in my pussy and then my arse. Pain that prepared me for a wonderful orgasm, that enabled us to cum together. That was just the first evening.

Worth the pain

This weekend was worth everything that has happened over the past few weeks and months. I mean that. The time since I came clean and told hubby has been far from plain sailing, but it felt better to be going off to see Sir without the need to lie. Of course I went (and returned) without knowing how things would be afterwards, I am pleased to say though that I probably worried too much.

So the weekend

I took a half day, so I could do some shopping in Sir's home town. The sales were still on and I am pleased to say I bought some lovely new, black, shiny shoes with a lovely slim heel and a new silky bra and suspender belt (no need for knickers) all at a reduced price.

At his place I showered and got ready before He arrived home. It had been 6 weeks since the last time,  much much too long and we were very eager to make up for some lost time. This time though we had the treat of two whole nights together.

I wore my underwear and shoes a fair bit, I wore the lovely nipple clamps, I was cuffed, collared and used. Oh boy was I used! I submitted and proudly worshipped my Master.

Sir was a bit unwell Saturday and I was pretty tired. The weather was awful so we stayed home and watched films and tv. He rallied late in the evening and I slipped back into stockings and heels and we retired to bed (no sleep yet though) so he could use my body again and again. He allowed me the most wonderful orgasms; so much so I can almost still feel them.

Sunday we engaged in a little role play which I will write about next time.  Then, after just a little more time together I was on my way home.

The return has been better than expected so maybe a corner has been turned. I am however missing Sir and have felt a bit down (sub drop perhaps?) I will get over it  plus wow what wonderful memories.

Yes it was worth all the pain. Plus of course I received some very welcome pain while I was there!

More about that too in a future post.

Joolz is definitely back!

New Year and time to think ahead

The past month has been pretty difficult and has in many ways overshadowed the previous wonderful ones. Today though, as well as being the start of a new year is also the 9 month anniversary of Sir and i first chatting online.

i cannot describe how much i have discovered about myself in that time and from where i sit most of it is good. While i didn't enjoy lying and deceiving hubby, i have found out that there is so much more to life that i hoped and dreamt of. If you had walked up to me on January 1st last year and told me that within months i would be on my knees before Sir, my nipples clamped, my hands restrained. That i would be telling Him what a whore i am, that i would be asking to suck His cock, asking for Him to Fuck me, use me. If you had told me that i would even contemplate anal sex much less enjoy it. i would have told you that you had gone barking mad. But all of the above is true. What is more, i have learnt that dressing up is not a chore, but exhilarating and arousing. i have discovered that while i am not keen on humiliation while it is happening, once again it is a huge turn on.

Time to move forward then, but actually without too much planning. While my visits to Sir need a little bit of organising, i don't plan to get too hung up on it all. i have to say that He has been wonderful over the past month. He has given me space, but at the same time has been there for me. i really can't wait to be with Him again in another couple of weeks. i am sure that he will have some kinky, humiliating and very very sexy ideas up his sleeve for our times together.

As for life with hubby again i am not thinking too far ahead; we will have to see how things go day to day. We do have some good things to look forward to though, particularly my son's graduation in the summer. i need to find myself a job (got a couple of applications in the pipeline), got to lose that post Christmas weight but nothing that can't be achieved with a view on that lovely corset!

So as a new year starts, i have to say that things don't feel too bad. In fact i feel strangely optimistic. Lets hope that this year is a good one for us all.

Picture from lovingdevotion

Day Out - Part 2

i am a very lucky slut in that my Master tolerates my moodiness. So an hour after part 1, i was stripped to my basque, suspenders and heeled boots, lying on my back on a large (and might i say lovely) table. What do you call a large table which sits just a few inches high, like that, in the middle of the living room (coffee, occasional?) He was leaned over me, His cock in my mouth, His fingers caressing my pussy. Already i was putty in His hands, my previous irritations long gone. I took his cock in my mouth, i sucked and licked, i took him as deep as i could and then sucked and licked some more. i think, and things are a little hazy, i asked to cum and was granted that amazing experience. He is good like that. He attends to my needs and i know that in doing so, it turns Him on.

He made us tea (we had both had quite long journey's to meet) and then said we should repair upstairs (He is old fashioned like that). Sensibly, i drank most of my tea before we got that far.

He cuffed me, applied nipple clamps and had me crouch on the bed, legs wide. i was beyond wet. Still in my post orgasmic state i was ready for what was to come next. Not only did He spank me with his hand and the lead to my collar he also from somewhere produced a belt. Now that belt hurt, but pain and i are developing a new kind of relationship. It made me wetter than wet and as he said 'pliable'. Who doesn't want to be pliable for their Master?

i asked him about this last night. To begin with pain didn't feature. He wasn't keen on inflicting it and i wasn't keen on receiving it. But it turns out the two are linked. As i discovered that receiving pain turns me on, he finds that giving me pain turns him on. This is a really good thing and a self fulfilling prophesy!

His tongue licked me. i was almost wild with desire as it flicked around my clit. Then his tongue was replaced with his fingers, pinching me, giving me pain and pleasure at the same time. My clamped nipples tingled and burned, my pussy was beyond wet. His tongue moved to my ass hole, his fingers still on my clit.  i think around that time i asked for and was given another orgasm (as i say it is hazy).

Then at last he said "what is Master going to do now?"
"You are going to fuck my arse Sir"

There is something about anal sex which i cannot fully describe. He is the only man to have ever gone there. It is a kind of forbidden place and it feels just so special. He claims me. i submit. And so it was. He loves that He is the only person to have ever have fucked me there and the feeling is mutual.

This was a day out made in heaven!

Simple pleasures - with a hint of kink

One of the most satisfying things you can do for your man is to prepare and serve him a meal. Although we have been seeing each other for 6 months and have done many things together, until this week i had never done this. He is usually the one to cook for me because i am the one who often travels to see him, also i do all the cooking at home and He likes to make a point that being with Him is different. On Thursday though, i was able to arrive at his house quite a time before he was arriving home from work and so i offered to cook him dinner.

Traffic was pretty good that evening, so i arrived in pretty good time and headed to the local supermarket for supplies. Then with the lasagna prepared (chosen because it could be prepared in advance and popped into the oven while we got reacquainted) i went upstairs to get myself ready. New seamed stockings - no ladders, heels, some very naughty crotchless panties and my new purchase a cupless bra (not sure if you call it that). I am fascinated to know why it is, that the price of an item of clothing is inversely proportional to the amount of fabric contained within it. However it enabled me to show off my ample bosom nicely. i think he agreed, because he couldn't stop sucking my nipples and touching my tits when he arrived home.

With dinner in the oven, we played out a scene that we had planned - He had arrived to fix a leaking pipe in my bathroom, i was a housewife whose dressing gown did nothing to hide her slutty nature. i perched on the bath, legs open, revealing my pussy to Him. The pipe was already leaking less than me as i became increasingly wet, much to his pleasure when he ran his hand up my stockings and felt my newly shaved pussy. It had only been a week since he had last touched me there, but it already felt like an age. I melted to his touch and my knees wobbled under the strain of those high heels. In no time at all, i was on all fours on the bed. As he pushed his cock into my arse, there was a remote controlled egg buzzing away inside my cunt and attached to my clit was a clamp. i almost came with the overload of sensations alone! We always get off to a quick start when we are together but this pretty much beat the lot!

So, after a very brief rest, we ate dinner, He was suitably complimentary, and watched some TV. It was great to be together, to enjoy the simple pleasures that people enjoy when they are together more of the time. Back up in bed after dinner, things were less intense, more intimate. We were both tired after our day at work and we had a pretty early night because of that. What is more i had to get up and leave early yesterday morning to get to the place i was going with work. We were together for less than 12 hours, but i can tell you it was worth every second of it. I still have a smile on my face!

The girl above is obviously not me, she is too thin and her hair too red, though i once had hair that was quite red. The bra is similar to this in its colour, and the effect on her boobs is similar. Maybe i'll get Him to take a real picture for me next time!

Day Trip Part 2 - The Corset

Despite the fact i knew it fitted i tried the corset again on Tuesday, the day before my visit to Sir. This didn't seem to make it any easier for us to get me into it on Wednesday morning. BUT once we had fastened it, and Sir had tightened the laces it seemed very big at the top (maybe my whole weight loss is from my boobs i thought to myself as i lay on my back). This was despite the fact that i was at that time tied to each corner  His bed. But no. Even though i know this happened to Fondles, i wasn't alerted to the fact for some time that we had the thing on UPSIDE DOWN! I was looking for the suspender hooks that the internet site said it should have, when i found 2 around the boob area and another 2 under my armpits. Oh how Sir and I laughed at our mistake.

Once we had turned the thing around the right way and Sir had tightened it a couple of times i began to realise what a wonderful, sexy garment a corset can be. This led to me spending the entire day in just a corset, stockings and suspenders. i felt sexy, i felt ready at all times for Sir's cock and for anything he wanted from me. Once he sends them over, there will be a couple of pictures, which He took especially for me to put on my blog.

This morning, 3 days after the events of that day, i have to admit that my thoughts are a little confused. Not because i can't remember what happened or what effect it all had on my but probably because i can remember. It is hard to think what happened in what order, what senses were heightened and when.

Pain featured much more than it has to date. Spanked with his hand and then the lead which was attached to my collar. Spanked not only on my bottom, but also across my front, only served to make me amazingly wet.

He had me tied to his bed and blindfolded, he had me tied so  my wrists were tied to my ankles, he put the remote buzzing egg thing inside me, attached a nipple clamp to my clit and fucked my backside. I can barely describe the amazing orgasm that erupted from both of us after that one.

All of the time though, i was aware of that corset. i was aware of the effect it had on me - the way in which it made me hold my body, the way in which i looked and felt. Plus of course the effect it had on Him. Even more than ever it helped me become the play thing he wanted and needed. I felt like a sex object on legs and i loved it. If i have been on a journey (as described here on this blog), then i am now quite a way along the road to my destination.

Sitting or standing in the kitchen, in just corset and stockings, while he prepared me lunch or made tea or while i washed up felt erotic and was. Feeling him come up behind me, stroke and caress my bare backside and stroke my clit; what more could a woman want in life? 

Humiliation part two - the shopping trip

In part one of this adventure which can be found here i described how the slut in this story picked up a stranger from an airport coffee shop. The story continues below.

The guest house was the kind of place where people stay the night before their holiday particularly if they need to leave early in the morning for their flight and want to leave their car without paying airport car park charges. This couple were not the usual clientele, but were welcomed warmly none the less.

A couple of hours after check in, they emerged from the small shower cubicle together. Much had happened already. She had been collared and cuffed and made to kneel before him and take his big and very hard cock deep in her throat. She had welcomed his cock into her pussy, while she lay helpless, hands cuffed behind her back. Then he had taken her arse, something he knew she was particularly partial to. He was right! She had already lost count of how many times he had made her cum, but her pussy throbbed at the memory.

By the time they left the sanctity of their room to go in search of an indoor picnic at a local supermarket, she was wearing nipple clamps, her short dress and fuck me heels (higher than the ones she had picked him up in). Nothing else. She walked purposefully beside him. It was only a 10 minute walk away, and it is not unusual to see a woman wearing a short dress and heels on a hot summers evening. She was conscious the whole time though that she wore no underwear and that her nipples were clamped.

This man loves a bit of shopping it seams. He likes to wander back and forward while deciding what to eat and he loves a bargain. She pushed the trolley, found  a couple of reduced items which were greeted well and otherwise walked backwards and forwards either in front or behind him. Her nipples grew more and more painful but she found it a useful reminder of what had already happened, what would happen later and of course what she was.

At the back of the shop, she bent down to examine some wine (even though she was planning to stick to her no alcohol on a weeknight plan) and he took the opportunity to take a good look under her dress; to view her bare backside, her shaved pussy. To touch her.

Exciting the shop with their goodies they made their way though an alleyway towards the street where the guest house was situated. This was an excellent opportunity for Him to tell her to bend over and expose herself. Of course she did as she was told.

The walk back was painful. Her feet hurt; these shoes were not for walking. Plus she had insolently refused stockings for this trip as the ones he wanted her to wear would have looked ridiculous with the dress. Punishment is still to be given for this! In truth the stockings would have prevented the blister that formed on one of her feet. More painful still was that which emanated from her nipples. At the same time though she realised that this was a pain that also made her increasingly wet. A couple of times He tested this out by pinching her nipples and then touching her under her dress.

Once in the room he took full advantage of the feelings of humiliation, of arousal and of pain to complete his mission to make her submit to the needs of his once again hard and shiny cock. What is more she loved it.

Mid life crisis?

i am wondering whether i should have my nipples pierced. Probably the very idea is part of a whole midlife crisis i am currently going through. What else can it be?

i have known for a long time that there is a very short fuse between my nipples and my clit. i am pretty sure i could cum from nipple play alone given the right kind of stimulation from the right person. The first time i put clothes pegs (pins in the US) on my nipples while on the phone to Sir was a telling moment.He says he could tell i had put them on from the tone of my voice. i immediately felt amazingly turned on, it didn't take much for Sir to make me cum.

Then the day in the woods, Sir introduced the nipple clamps which took me to a whole other level. I found that anything He did while they were on, just enhanced the experience. As Sir would say i am definitely a nipple slut.

We have talked a few times now about how things might be if i had my nipples pierced. To be honest i am now massively tempted. Turned on by the thought, and by the idea that is is something i would do for me and for Him. It is not something i could do without discussing with hubby though. He notices much more than he comments on and this is one thing i could NOT hide. Mind you i am approaching a rather massive birthday and it is time i had a midlife crisis.

Advice anyone?